The earth stirs beneath quiet steps,
soft buds unfurl in morning light.
A breeze carries the scent of rain,
whispers of green across the fields.
Branches stretch with newfound grace,
petals tremble, waiting for the sun.
Birdsong rises in gentle waves,
a chorus of beginnings and flight.
Water moves in rippling silver,
clouds drift slow in open skies.
Everything lingers, just for a moment,
before bursting into life again.
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